Poem66. Initiative

Initiative
 

Being with my- self

talking with-in more

am I shutting up?

withdrawing inside?

Not interested in talks

nothing excites me!

each day brings greyness

 more questions with it..

By living with dears, trying

to do what they expect,

sad,never to satisfaction

but  can I blame them?

Yes, I  want them happy

give what they wish

for that, I must be myself

not  shadow, but  happy self.

Happiness it seems

at my shoulder length

but why can't I jump,

and catch, just wonder?.

To achieve something special

initiative, the first step,

why I don't assimilate

courage for that leap?

Poem65.A 'Coma' In Life.

A 'Coma' In  Life.

Looking out through eyes,
hearing all with ears,
smelling with the nose
skin the touching sense..

Why and why they stop
really stop their step
when happens the 'death'
phenomena of earth.

implanted if immediate
why do they resume
transplantation we call
but rebirth so magical.

The "I"  when out peeping
through lenses natural
that feeling of seeing
just happens to the mortal..

This body, a rented home
changing on its own
when "I" think of transfer
'the end' ,we do loud yell .

Death ,not a full stop
just, a 'coma' in  life.
Wonder, when fullstop
how and what that  be..

Thanks for honouring me  with the Perfect poet award for Thursday Poet's Rally week 44...
I am nominating  Olivia for the same next week.
Thank you Jingle and all out there who  works for jingle poetry....
Also all the people who read my blog and leave comments---dears you are my motivation to go ahead...
Thanks to all of you...................

Poem64.Going with the wind

Going with the wind

Going with the wind

without struggling

moving to south north

so weightless high flying..

Wind storms or breeze

adjusting to their speed

never tried against,

so much loyal or weak?

Roaming so wide  far

through jungles and desserts

cities ,towns ,villages

have seen many types of lifes .

Then why that smile not light

my face ,like a full  moon.

Why not I can spread

happiness on move?

Poem63.Plight Of The Fly

Plight Of The Fly

"Help","help" cried out the fly

from the cob web that was so high

oh! dears,please help me here

let me live, a little more.

Bee went by, cockroach passed

other dear ones also roamed

but, nobody helped not even tried

to help the poor, their dear friend.

fly thought- may be they didn't hear

so tried out a little more louder

he didn't think that even for wife

nobody will risk their own life.

For others who saw this plight

thought the spider got his prey.

Spider was happy was getting ready

to have a wonderful good breakfast.

But poor this fly was going through

that bridge between life and death.

Realised now that nobody will help

turned to God,with a cry like yelp.

At that moment the lady of the house

thought of removing the cobwebs,

took a long brush swiped the web

it was broken,the fly fell down.

came down hanging on a piece of web

reached the soft sofa safely,

removed the small portions happily

rested and flew away as a deb.

Again he was free, thanks to God

for hearing his prayers....

When our prayers are answered

we call God 'a dear' otherwise deaf.

Is this right?

Poem62.Change My Role

Change My Role

Breathing heavy

mind blank

shrinking inside

until myself just a dot..

criticism too much

on each and every action

certificates of honor often

egoist,self centered ,list goes on..

How many times a day

one can die

ten,hundred,thousand

oh,I lost my count.

why don't the earth part

and take me inside,

may be not yet reached the climax?

when where and how will be that?

Expecting some miracles

in this drama life

"please change my role,Sir"

praying to the director Mr.God.